Thinking About it All

If I could do away with sex and its consequences, I would have been a better man. You see I am caught between this desire to be completely devoid of sexual desire and this temptation to accept sex and regulate its effect on my behaviour.

I think you can call me  a sexual man. The time I was sexually active and had sex with men, I ensured I had sex at least once a week. The men were fun – naked and sexy. We would moan and sigh with passion writ large on our bodies. Oh man! Those were heady days – frolicking for hours on the bed, licking each other’s nipples, sucking mutually, and making love to each other; yes, those days were positively hedonistic. And I did have a streak of longing in me then. I longed for a partner to be with me forever and not go sleeping around.

Well, that did not happen. The men always wanted to have sex with someone new and since I did not know the ropes to foil such sexual antics, I would feel hurt, feel used, and then go sleep with other men. In the end, I turned out to be just like the men I deplored.

Then – one fine day – something happened and I began to be repulsed by my behaviour. Consequently, I stopped it all. And it has been like that for a while.

I do get these impulses to just get out and go sleep around with men at the gay bar. But decency has the better of me now. And I don’t let myself get carried away.

Yet, a part of me longs for nakedness, for some raw uninhibited sex, for some loving, for some intense sex…

Sigh! The Fallen will never leave you in peace, will they?

The Lust of An Afternoon

It’s a lazy afternoon here. And I am thinking about Katie Morgan yet again. Katie and this oomphy babe known as Pamela Anderson. Pamela struck the world and me with her luscious curves that were shaped into her back in the form of a pair of delicious behinds. The moment she ran in Baywatch, several men – and me included – did not quite know what to do when her behind jigged from left to right and filled the television screen.

And then of course, the camera went up to settle on that oh-so-sexy pair of breasts. She had silicone in them – yes – but they suited her and many a times in my fantasies, I have had her in my bedroom next to me with those breasts nudging my hands… Such bliss, such satisfaction they did give. I wonder why she hasn’t done porn in the true sense of the word. I’d take a vacation for a week and watch her moan in bed…

Katie Morgan! Sigh! Those hips seduce your gaze into her behind. And from there, your eyes wander to her breasts – nice, proportionate and lusty breasts. These are breasts that ask to be suckled, to be made love to, to be bitten in ecstasy…

As for the navel, oh senora! It’s just a point from where I let my eyes travel down to her groin… (I have an erection as I am writing all this.) She must have been Aprodhite in mythical Greece. That vulva is one I’d love to grab, fondle, kiss, explore, suckle, thrust into…

Women! They never look so good!:)

Katie Morgan

Katie Morgan! A vision of beauty. A body of perfection.

Katie Morgan! A seductive piece of flesh….

The first time I saw her, she was a dream lover in Randy Spear’s sleep. They both make an excellent couple. Randy, with his powerful emotions and acting, is a sexy complement to Katie’s vulnerable sexuality. In bed, they both were alight with passion and lust. I cannot blame Randy if he could not let go of Katie’s vulva for the woman responded just as she had to to his slow insistent tongue-thrusts that were awash with eroticism…

I have not gotten over that video ever since. Katie’s luscious moves coupled with those divine nipples haunt me day in and out. Oh what I’d give to paw her and make love to her… Man! She is a fantasy come true…

Erotica

I came across this nice erotic video on a Web site yesterday. ‘Twas about two cute guys making love, then getting naked, and then indulging in erotic acts of lust and passion.

The guys were sexy too and I had to get an erection. I shut the door to my room then and stripped. I took my member in my hand and caressed it till I began to feel as ecstatic as ever.

The guys were now moaning and so lusty in their behaviour. I was in heat and so began to jerk my member till I myself began to moan. And just as they were kissing and feeling and biting each other’s nipples, I climaxed.

Strangely, once I was through with my ejaculation, I did not want to watch the video anymore. And a few seconds later, I did not even want to meet men either. Even more weird was the thought that followed next: that I did not want to have sex with men at all!

Well, this phase lasts for a while and then I get all sexed up again. But there must some reason why I feel what I feel after I watch porn. And for the life of me, I cannot pin that reason down.

I need to pin it down, really. I need to know why I feel that way. Only then that mist in my head dissipate and make way for a bright sunny day.

Senseless Nights

I walked into the bedroom with no intention of looking at her. But she was so beautiful, I just could not resist. Her body – naked and wet – lay on the bed and let the satin sheets cover her toes. The lights were dim so the glow that fell on the sheets near the lamp threw a sensual aura on her face.

It was that face that I had wooed for years. And it was that face that had refused to say yes till about three months back. She met me in the cafe I remember and said she had begun to have feelings for me.

I was 30 by then. I had seen the ways of the world and I had dated women in several parts of the world as well. So I knew she was lying. I knew she had a change of heart only because I had come into a fortune a few weeks earlier.

But her soft sensuous skin had mesmerized me and I believed her. For I wanted her naked wrapped around my body. So I accepted her answer and got into a relationship with her. It was completely sexual and I raped her – with her permission of course – as often as my lust wanted to make love to her erotic being.

This was three months back.

Somewhere down the line, I realized she wasn’t even looking at me when I nibbled at her shoulder or bit my way down to her breasts. At least, she did pretend initially. But now, she cared a damn whether I dug my teeth into her lips or her behind.

We drifted away quite naturally. She began an affair with her office colleague. And I slept with a string of women.  A month ago, I confronted her and told her I am filing for divorce. She said nothing to that but informed me she was all set to have sex with two men that very night. I slapped her, she spat on me, I called her a bitch, and she said she knew that all along.

Well, I did not know how to proceed with the quarrel, so I put on a grumpy face and walked into my bedroom. A fortnight later, we were single again.

It was not until yesternight that I caught sight of her again. I needed sex and so had walked into a discotheque to get lucky. It was dark and I was drunk and I thought the woman was sexy.

It was only the morning after I realized I had picked the bitch of all the women dancing there. Well, we did have sex. I made her moan like a porn actress and bit right into her neck. I could see the bites now. They were laced with red bruises and covered the line from the neck to her nipples.

I remember – though not very well – that I also placed her legs on my shoulders as I entered her and squeezed her breasts so hard, she actually yanked herself up and reached for my lips. I returned her kisses and then ordered my tongue to lick her earlobe.

It was heavenly and yet, in the morning, as I saw her curvaceous bum that I had fisted with all my might, I felt a repulsion jerking me away from her.  I wanted to bang my head as it recollected the night that went by. For I had ravaged her like an animal and yet had not recognized the piece of flesh that had ravaged my spirit and left it howling in the cold.

I got dressed, wrote a note, then tore the note to pieces, and after one last look at the nakedness that I had raped, I left the room.

Let's Salk About Tex!

Sex sells, truly. The moment I tag my posts with that three-letter sleazy word, my blog gets several hits. And if I also happen to add porn, bum, or nipples, the number of hits skyrockets.

Curiosity around sex and its paraphernalia has still not waned. People still want to know about the dirty secrets their friends wrap and hide, the sleazy truth behind a promotion, the bedroom facts of a sexy actress, and the wanton ways of the rich and the naked.

Yes, sex thrills. There can be no doubt about that. But unbridled passion for the deed might just lead to a society that does not know to draw the line between the need for sex and an unrestrained appetite for the same.